The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1887-02-15
THE COUNTRY DRUG STORE,

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TIE COUNTRY DRUG STORE,
How tho Young Clerk Lishtcns tho Tedlur
of Business. GUi
The young drug.clerk Is alone. His EN-
ployor has gone to tho city to buy stock
There has not been a customer in tn
store for more than an hour. The drug
clerk feels lonesome, He gazes penslvel,
out at the deserted village street, ant
muses. upon the vanity Of all things her,
below. An open book lies upon the coun
ter before him. 1t Is "Daniel Deronda, )
Somebody has advised tho drug.clerk e
read It, and he has been trying to do 40
But he don't like It. He Is disappointed
for he began 1t under tho impression thai
It was detective story. 1t makes him
sleepy. ~
The drug clerk Is a thing Of beauty, and
is calculated to BIO q joy forever. He wears
check suit, blue scarf with large pin
representing q mortar and pestle (sugges.
tive OF his devotion to business), and q
very high collar. His natural attractions
arc further enchanted by large amethyst
ring upon the little finger Of his right
hand, and blonde bang, which long and
cheerful training reduced to a state oil
complete nubjection.
But Geol the expression OF gloom upon
bis features gives place to sunny smile.
He sees maiden coming up the village
street, he knowg that the chances are very
largo that sho will not be able to get past
the door. He pulls down his cuffs, and
assumes what no believes to be an att.
;nde Of urstudied grace. The door opens,
she enters, and the following dialogue
ensuea:
she-All alone, Cy7
Hs-Why! good afternoon, Addie. Yes,
things are rather quiet. Hain't seen you
for an age.
She You cav me at church, last Sun
day.
Ho with a killing glance)-Well, three
days away from you seem an age.
Shelley Whitaker, you're getting
worse and worae!
Hell know l am. Guess you'll have to
undertake my cure. HeyP (Brief inter.
mission for giggling).
she-What are you reading? "Daniel
Deronda." Do you like it?
BE (guardedly)-Do you?
she-1 think it's perfectly splendid.
Don't you? MS
He (promptly)-Psriectly magnificent!
Going to the Methodist tea-party to.mor-
row night? '.l
She with aeorn)-Me? No, sir; I don't
mix with that set.
He-Kinder severe, amt you, Addie
Some nice folks down to the Methodist
church. :
she-0h, yes, I s'pose there are-the
Griswold girls, for instance. heard it
said yesterday TINT the Griswolds must be
A mighty unhealthy family-judging from
the number of times q week those girls
visit this store. -
He Slightly hysterical)-He! he! he |!
Now, that amuses me. Who said It'll
She-I shan't tell you.
He-Yes, do!
Shell won't. @
!, HeIWell, I know who it was: it was
that Higgins girl. -.
She-Pcrhaps it was, and perhaps it
wasn't. -
He ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS amt the first
time that that girl has tried to make
trouble between you and me. But she
can't influence me. And rs for the Gris-
void gir!s, you can Judge how much 1
care for them, when tell you that though
they were round here this morning, urp-
ing me to go to the tea party, what you
have said hss decided mo not to attend Il
Assumes an expression OF tenderness.)
She-1am sure it ia matter Of indifler-
ence to me whether you 70 or not.
He IGNORING the remGrk)-I think I
shsll take in the concert at the Presbyte-
rian church-that is, il 1 can get anyone
to 20 with me. 10 ..'l'l
She (unbsnding alightly)-You seem in
such demand that there ought not to be
any difficulty shout that. ,:-a5
He-Well, Pm little particular about
my company. But if you would accom-.
pany me-"
she-Oh, Cy! Fanny Berry will BIO
there; and what would sho say? She'd
be Just wild!
He with dignity)-EIias Berry's opin.
ions are matter Of perfect Indifference to
me.
she-Well, I'll 20, Cy, and I'll wear my
plum-colored silk ; and you be sure to call
for me very early, and-oh, my goodness
He-Why, what's the matter, Addie?
Sho lin great agitation)-I forgot all
about it! Grandma has got one Of her
fts-a dreadful one, this time-and ma
sent me round here to get the old prescrip.
ton put up (produces bottle); and l for.
got all about it, and poor grandma may be
dead by this time. Do hurry and get the
stuff ready, Cy!
The young man prepares the prescrip.
ton in about thirty seconds, and hurries
his visitor of feigning great solicitude for
the neglected invalid. And as Addie dis.
appears round the corner, he murmurs:
Justin time! In another minute Susie
Griswold would have been here"
Then he wipes his brow with his silk
handkerchief, and adorns his features in
ono Of his most fascinating smiles, as he
turns to welcome Susie Griswold, who On.
ters and greets the conqueror Of all hearts
with an ill-assumed air OF indifference.
SO runs the world away.
In IN AllIgntor's stomach. hE,'
Philadelphia Times. IS, ! !a.
An eight-foot long alligator, which had
not eaten anything since last summer
died at the Geological Garden. This is
tho a, mn on;,po1 thot ,truoH &,r~or l., h,